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We flew here to see you, my feelings and I |
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I looked down on the city from up in the sky |
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The sun was reflecting from the roofs and the water |
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Spring had come early in the parks and the old town |
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I came with a mission to patch up a dream |
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We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed |
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Into the answering machine |
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I came two thousand miles, just to take a look at you |
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But you were broken and frozen, a heartbreak of a statue |
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In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be |
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I stared at myself and I called for some help |
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Into the answering machine, into the answering machine |
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Into the answering machine |
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The day slipped by and I tried and tried |
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You took me home and you said, "Goodnight, sleep tight" |
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On the floor by the bedroom door |
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I watched you sleep and I left before first light |
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The bugs don't bite, the bugs don't bite |
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The bugs don't bite, the bugs bite |
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From the land of the frozen to the land of the low |
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We journeyed together but we were always alone |
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So, if I should come calling, best not pick up the phone |
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'Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me |
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Let me talk to the answering machine |
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I can cope with the answering machine |
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I'm a friend of the answering machine |
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I'm a friend, I'm a friend, I'm a friend, I'm a friend |
